I Celebrate Myself…

What I Yearn For

I am staying at my parents while I figure out the next step (s) in my life. The majority of my stuff, my belongings are in storage, in Maryland. I miss them. I miss them, not in the I need my things or I can’t survive kinda way, but I miss my books, I miss my music. I have my music on my computer and my ipod but sometimes I like to take my cds out, sit on the floor and just play the music I am in the mood for. I like to, at times, just look at my books and take books from the bookcase and just read them. I miss Whitman and Rilke’s poems next to my bed. The little things that bring me comfort, like tea lights lit with the lights off, Eva Cassidy, Bob Marley or classical music playing in background or loudly… Just yearning a little.

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I
Have
Learned
So much from God
That I can no longer
Call
Myself
A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,
A Buddhist, a Jew.
The Truth has shared so much of Itself
With me
That I can no longer call myself
A man, a woman, an angel,
Or even pure
Soul.
Love has
Befriended Hafiz so completely
It has turned to ash
And freed
Me
Of every concept and image
My mind has ever known.
~ Hafiz ~